The wind began to blow, 'in this way'. That is, in the way
that a gust of wind issues forth, in the same way, before the beloved, the
lover's senses too keep leaving him in the blink of an eye. That is, the wind
had pity on my self-lessness, and saved me from the fault of not responding
to a question. (236)

FWP:

This is the second in the set of three 'mystical' verses
referred to in {116,5}. And what a lovely one
it is! It has what are surely the most elegant sound effects in the whole
divan, with the wind saying
(or at least miming) yuuuuuuuuu;N -- a perfect wind-like soughing
sound.

The beloved's question is, needless to say, multivalent.
It could be general: 'What kind of phenomenon is this mystical self-lessness,
anyway?' (Naturally she wouldn't know, being the center of her own solipsistic universe
as she is.) Or it could be specific and technical: 'What does it feel like
when you lose your senses and go into that trance state?' Or it could be personal
and emotional: 'What causes you to lose your senses and go into that trance
state?' (In which case either it's sincere and naive, or else she's just fishing
for compliments.)

And of course, the speaker can't reply, because he's in the exact state
she's inquiring about. Perhaps he was already in it and she didn't notice; or
perhaps he just fell into it from one moment to the next, maybe even at the
sound of her voice.

So the wind replies on the speaker's behalf. Perhaps it simply blows,
and thus illustrates the fugitive, uncontrollable, 'natural-force' quality
of the self-lessness that he experiences. Or perhaps it even courteously blows
the words 'like this', or some windy equivalent of them, in order properly
to answer the question.

But what is the wind doing participating in this conversation,
anyway? Is the speaker so mystically into it (or out of it) that his spirit now dwells
among the cosmic forces, and the very winds themselves come and socialize
with him? Is he such a dire or extreme case of self-lessness that even the wind
compassionately wants to come to his rescue (as the animals in the desert cared
for the helplessly mad Majnun)?
Is the beloved such a 'force of nature' herself that even the winds hasten
to provide information when she asks for it? As so often, Ghalib permits us
(or forces us) to invent much of the verse's context for ourselves.